Redheads and Tentacles Pt. 02

TW: Near drowning

Sammi was having a fun, if frustrating vacation. She'd arrived with her friends Tara, Rita, and Arthur at a rental cabin overlooking the ocean yesterday evening. Rita and Arthur immediately claimed one of the bedrooms for themselves. That left one other bedroom for Tara and Sammi to share.

"I can take the couch, I'm small," Tara said to Sammi from where she perched on the edge of the king size bed in the cabin's only other bedroom.

"Small means you are the perfect little spoon and jetpack," replied Sammi, filling the doorframe, her red curls almost brushing its top. She pointed to the bedroom claimed by Rita and Arthur, where the sounds of a quickie were already emanating. She hoped it was a quickie. The group had talked about finding food in town and Sammi was feeling peckish. "Besides, just because we're not fucking like those two, doesn't mean we have to be uncomfortable."

"Fuck yeah!" Tara said, and flopped back onto the bed.

Fighting the nervous flutter she always had in her stomach during moments like this with Tara, Sammi lay back on the bed next to her friend. To be fair, the teenage crush Sammi had on Tara never completely died away. The smallest candle had managed to survive through college and their 20's. She'd never acted on it, and didn't think she ever would. Rita poked her about it, but only when it was just the two of them.

Sammi and Tara had shared beds, platonically, many times over the years. This was, admittedly, the first time any of them had "adult money" to spend, and the first trip Sammi, Tara, and Rita had taken together in a while. Sleepovers at each other's homes after a party, or just hanging out, didn't count.

As the sounds of fucking from the other room increased Sammi and Tara shared a smile. This was not the first time any of the trio had brought a partner along. Over their twelve years of friendship Sammi, Rita, and Tara each managed to balance fucking a partner and time together while on extended visits or trips together.

"So, cuddles tonight?" Sammi asked, rolling onto her side. Both women had at least a twin bed's worth of space on either side of them. This bed was really big.

"Maybe I can use one of your arms as an ear muff and block out our friends' racket." Tara scootched up to rest her head on one of Sammi's arms, then draped the other over her head. Sammi felt her pulse quicken. By blanketing herself with Sammi's arm, Tara had basically buried herself in Sammi's boobs. If not for the t-shirt she'd worn for today's travels, Tara could be motorboating her. Still, she squeezed her friend into a bear hug.

At five foot nothing Tara was short, but not small. Weight lifting meant Tara was built like a tiny tank. Her return hug made Sammi squeak as air was forced from her lungs.

"Small and mighty!" Sammi gasped.

"Says the Amazon!" Tara replied, flopping a leg over her friend, then rolling them both so she sat astride Sammi's stomach.

"Ha! That's just genetics. You've turned yourself a miniature fuck-truck."

"Yeah... I love it, but it takes a really secure person to want to go out with someone who could bend them in half," Tara replied.

"By person, you mean men?" Sammi asked.

"Mostly. Women, less so, which is nice." Tara snorted, "Still, I wish my hobby meshed better with who I'm attracted to."

"I get that. Some people..." Sammi began.

"- Men?" Tara interrupted with a small laugh.

"Mostly..." Sami chuckled, "are intimidated by my 6'2"... ness. Women and NBs seem to really like it. I go for a walk every time I get horny, and get plenty of exercise."

The sound of vigorous fucking filtered over from the other room.

"Wanna go for a walk now?" Tara asked.

"Definitely."

Following Tara down the sandy hill to the beach, Sammi kept thinking about what it might feel like to run her hands through her friend's very short, dark curly hair while their head was buried between her legs. The torch she'd always carried for her friend felt extra potent today.

Maybe it was the place - warm sun setting over lapping waves. Maybe it was because they spent everyday together at school so she had been desensitized to her crush, like exposure therapy. Back then, wanting Tara had seemed so minor. Whatever was adding new fuel to this infatuation, the prospect of sharing a bed, even just to cuddle and sleep, had Sammi's mind spinning with fantasies.

The two of them walked into the water until the waves brushed Tara's knees and watched the sunset. "You think they are done?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"If they're not, we could go to dinner without them," Sammi replied, "I'm hungry."

Rita and Arthur were not only done fucking, they were showered by the time Sammi and Tara made it back from their walk. The couple looked fresh, and very satisfied.

"Good for them," Sammi thought to herself. She was surprised to feel equal parts happiness and sarcastic frustration towards the couple. She might be taking a lot of walks along the beach this trip.

The rest of the evening was the right kind of uneventful that is needed on arrival-day of a vacation. The four of them got food at a local restaurant in the nearby town, then wandered home to enjoy drinks and ocean air on the patio. All four vacationers went to bed as the nearly-full moon rose in the sky. Even Rita and Arthur were too tired for a second round of fucking.

Cuddling in bed, with Tara as little spoon, Sammi felt like an oversized novelty stuffed animal. Tara cozied into Sammi so the two women were connected hip to hip. This meant Sammi's breasts rested against the back of Tara's head. The smell of Tara's soap brought Sammi back to college. She remembered vivid fantasies of touching, kissing, and fucking Tara. For what seemed hours Sammi tried almost every trick she had for falling asleep, but her mind was determined to spin scenarios in which they finally fucked. After Tara started a cute snuffle-snore that belied her muscle-bound physique, Sammi rolled to her other side and slipped a hand between her legs.

Back to back with Tara, body arranged like she was sleeping on her side, just in case Tara woke up mid-wank, Sammi freed a fantasy that had been poking the back of her brain all evening: Tara had bent Sammi into a backwards arch and tied her hands and ankles together. Her head was left dangling off the end of the bed. Tara stood over Sammi, making her redheaded friend lick her pussy from that awkward position until she came. Sammi then imagined herself on her knees, cheek pressing into the ground. Tara fucked her from behind with a strapon, each thrust shaking her whole body. In her fantasy, Sammi's orgasm was loud and life changing.

Her real orgasm was a quiet shudder and a contented sigh.

The next morning, Sammi woke with Tara cuddled up to her back, like a jetpack. Tara's forehead rested between Sammi's shoulder blades and an arm was draped over the redhead's stomach. The need to pee fought with the desire to stay in bed. Sammi resisted nature's call as long as possible. Cuddling in bed with Tara felt so cozy, but eventually her own body forced her to get up.

Though she tried to extricate herself as carefully as possible, Sammi still jostled Tara enough to wake her. The little jetpack did not want to let her cuddle buddy go, and squeezed Sammi's stomach. Need became necessity, Sammi flopped out of bed and stumbled through the cabin seeking dire relief. She barely noticed Rita and Arthur standing in the small kitchen.

Returning to the main space, feeling considerably less waterlogged, Sammi greeted Rita and Arthur. Rita poured Sammi a cup of coffee, then ignored her, letting the taller woman finish waking up.

Humid ocean air blew in through the windows making Sammi's skin breakout in goosebumps. There was not a cloud in the sky. Feelings of contentment filled her with each breath.

Sammi was about half way through her mug of coffee when Tara stumbled out of their bedroom. Eyes still half clouded with sleep she clomped over to the group, collected coffee from Rita and leaned against the counter. With her free hand, Tara draped Sammi's arm across her shoulders. In the silence, Sammi was overly aware of Tara's body against her own. She wanted to pull the shorter woman as close as she could. Sammi pushed down that desire and enjoyed the companionable silence.

"So, the two of you going to fuck all day?" Tara asked, looking over her mug at Rita and Arthur, a sleepy grin on her face. "Sammi and I can schedule our beach time around that."

"Oh! That sounds perfect..." Rita tapped her teeth in thought, then looked up at Arthur. "What do you think? An after breakfast fuck? Then clean up for lunch, followed by round two? Dinner... five-ish? We'll set an alarm, no one is fun when they are hangry. Maybe skinny dipping or sleepy, lazy sex for dessert, if we still have the energy this evening?"

"Um..." was all Arthur could manage for a moment. "Do we have enough snacks? That's a lot of calories."

Sammi snorted. "Tell you what. I was planning to get some stuff for dinner in town, I'll grab you fucking-snacks while I'm at it."

Rita pushed away from Arthur and kissed Sammi on the cheek. "You are the best wing-woman. I'm making you pancakes."

The rest of the morning passed just as Rita said it would: After pancakes were consumed, and the four of them had taken care of the dishes, she'd dragged Arthur to their room, flashing Tara and Sammi a wink in passing.

"Want to run down to the beach for a bit? Then, we can make that shopping trip happen."

Sammi changed into her green bikini in their room, throwing on a wide hat and sheer body-wrap to help protect her from the sun. In the living room, Tara was waiting wearing a suit that was more mesh than full fabric, and yet, managed to cover like a normal one-piece. Sammi knew what would feature in tonight's fantasy.

The pair walked down to the beach and Tara immediately dropped her towel, running into the surf. Sammi made sure nothing would blow away, then waded in to join her friend. It surprised Sammi that Tara's suit was actually good for swimming.

"I thought that was just to make people stare. Who knew you could move in it," Sammi said.

"Says the one wearing that bikini!" Tara replied. "Not shaming, it looks amazing on you."

"It only looks small because of my height! On you, it would probably look like a grandma's suit," Sammi said, bending her knees and pretending to walk like a geriatric.

Tara's response was to try tackling Sammi into an oncoming wave. The momentum of the moving water helped Sammi stay upright, but she felt Tara slip away. Looking around, she saw a toned calf wave ungracefully above the surface. Tara righted herself, sputtering and spitting a moment later.

"It can be tough, being short," Sammi said, walking up to her friend and patting the top of their head.

The two of them body surfed in the waves for a bit then headed up to the cabin. Rita and Arthur were fully, and exuberantly, in the throes of their lust, so Tara and Sammi quickly changed and headed into town. The whole trip Sammi was able to ignore her crush on Tara. That is, until at the grocery store, Sammi was kneeling down trying to get a box of cookies from the lowest shelf. Tara bumped into Sammi's shoulder, knocking her onto her butt. The short woman was carrying a box as big as her torso, and heavy enough to make the muscles in her arms stand out. Sammi gulped reflexively, feeling her desire for Tara explode in her brain. She was glad Tara's face was hidden behind the box. Carefully Tara set the box down beside Sammi.

"Look at this!" Tara said, kneeling between Sammi and the box. "It's a giant inflatable raft, with a canopy! You can have more time on the water and not worry about burning... um, sorry for knocking you down. The box is hard to see over."

"I'm fine," Sammi said, "Landed on my ass, plenty of padding there. You... Don't need to get that, we're only here for the week."

"Pph! What's the point of adult money if you can't spend it on frivolous shit that is going to make life a little better?" Tara started to pick up the box, then paused. "Did you find everything you wanted?"

Sammi grabbed the box of cookies, tossing them into the cart. "Yep, that's the last of it!"

Back at their home for the week, Rita and Arthur had finished fucking. They helped put all the food away and then made lunch. The group sat around the cabin's patio enjoying the breeze and shade as they digested.

"Down for a swim this afternoon?" Rita asked Arthur. She looked like she was about to take a nap, slouching in her chair, feet resting on Arther's thighs.

"No fucking this afternoon?" Sammi asked, slouching in her chair, one calf resting on a corner of the table. She was relaxed enough that Tara crossing their ankles on the redhead's thigh barely made her heart skip.

"I'm tuckered out and sore," Arthur replied, grinning over at Rita."Besides, this is a tropical vacation. I want to hit the beach, too."

Eventually, the four of them found their way down to the water. Rita and Tara splashed in the waves while Arthur dozed on his towel. Sammi pretended to read under an umbrella she'd found in the cabin. Really, she watched Tara bounce in the waves and built a fantasy around the two of them being stuck at sea on the raft Tara had bought. They only had so many ways to pass the time until they were rescued - several of which involved sitting on each other's faces.

The fantasy had become rather complex - the two of them having used some rope that happened to float by as rigging for a sail, as well as light bondage - by the time Tara and Rita came back.

"Your turn," Rita said, "too much splashing and swimming. You play with the little ball of energy, I need a nap."

Tara stuck her tongue out at Rita, who was already cuddling up to Arther, then turned to Sammi. "Come check out that promontory?" She asked, pointing to a long piece of rock sticking out into the ocean.

Groaning like an old man, Sammi got up. "Yeah, let's go."

The tide was flowing out and exposing pools of crabs and mini fish for the two of them to explore along the side of the rocky outcropping. It travelled far out into the water. From the cabin the top of it looked flat, like the prow of a large ship. The side was nowhere near as smooth. Both women had plenty of places to hold onto as they explored further out.

Watching Tara bend over a tidal pool and admire small sea creatures Sammi knew she had to do something about this crush. She could rub one out every night, fantasizing about Tara after they fell asleep. But, between that, and Rita and Arthur fucking all the time, Sammi was going to lose her mind... and rub her clit to a chafed nub in the process.

"Look at this!" Tara was poking at something in the tide pool, then quickly snatched her finger back. With said finger in her mouth she turned to Sammi. "I think a grumpy crab snipping my finger is my cue to head back. What do you say?"

Pointing the tip of the outcropping, about a hundred feet away, Sammi teased, "Not feeling adventurous enough to go all the way?" A blush crawled up Sammi's neck. She could have thrown herself into the waves just then.

"Rita and Arthur getting to you, too?" Tara said with a wink. "Do you want the bedroom or the hammock when we get back? Either way, I'm also going to have some me-time."

"You'd rub one out, right there out in the open?" Sammi felt her blush deepening and hid it by turning back to the beach.

"Nothing a sheet can't hide. Besides, it's us, no one will actually care. Plus, masterbating to a fantasy involving a mer-person, or two, with the ocean air on my skin seems really fun right about now," Tara said.

Sammi didn't respond. Her fantasy could involve a mer-person, if it also had Tara in it... Tara as a mer-person? That could be fun. Sammi listened to her friend debating between fucking a lovely mermaid, or several mermen, as they worked back towards the beach.

A large wave crashing over her body made Sammi gasp and tense up. "That will wake you up," she said, turning to look at Tara. Who was gone.

Tara was several yards away, in the water, and moving further from land.

Sammi froze watching as her friend was pulled away by the riptide. It took a few breaths, and fighting the urge to jump in after Tara, before Sammi got herself scrambling over the rocks to the beach.

"Tara fell in! She's being dragged out to sea!" Sammi yelled at Rita and Arthur, who were cuddling and sharing lazy kisses, Rita looked up upon hearing Sammi yelling.

"Sammi's caught in a riptide!" Sammi yelled again.

Rita bounced to her feet immediately and was sprinting to the cabin. Arthur was slower to react and looked between Sammi running toward him, and Rita running away. When Sammi got to him she turned him around by his arm and pushed Arthur to follow Rita.

"Yeah, that's my number. Oh! They just got here, one sec." Rita took the phone from her ear. "Emergency services are getting a boat over here to look for her. They want us along the promontory of land, the top of it, keeping an eye out for her. Bring your phones, I'll text you the number."

Rita led them all back outside and towards the flat, level, and safe part of the outcropping. Sammi was kicking herself for not insisting she and Tara explore up there, not down by the waves. She froze where the path forked to the outcropping and the beach.

"I'm going to check the beach. Maybe Tara made it back," Sammi said to Rita and Arthur. The couple nodded but didn't stop walking.

Halfway to the beach Sammi started shaking. She sat down, burying her feet and hands in the warm sand until the adrenaline worked out of her system. She wasn't ready to cry, she just needed not to be frantic.

Finally standing up Sammi looked around. Rita and Arthur were at the edge of the promontory, backs to the cabin. The beach in front of the cabin was its own little bay. The promontory framed one end. A gentle curve made by a high dune framed the other. Sammi decided to explore around the curve, just in case Tara had made it to shore there.

Reaching the beach proper, Sammi divided her attention between looking out over the water and willing Tara to walk around the bend beneath the dune.

She had to pause and shake her head, thinking she was losing her mind, when did walk around the bend. She looked tired, but whole. For the second time that afternoon Sammi sprinted across the beach.

"I can't believe you are safe!" Sammi shouted, barely slowing down, using her momentum to spin the two of them into a hug. "Rita and Arthur are still on the phone with the Coast Guard; we have to let them know you are okay!"

She tried to pull Tara, make her friend's shorter legs move faster, and completely failed. Tara was grinning at her. She also looked like she was deflating.

"Sammi, I'm tired. I swam all the way back," Tara said. "Run ahead to let everyone know I'm safe. I'll catch up. No going by the water. Promise."

Jogging back up to the cabin Sammi laughed to herself. She'd only been half joking about going for walks when got horny. There were only so many times she could masturbate without feeling like she was rubbing herself raw. Apparently there were other benefits. All the running she'd done today hadn't wrecked her. Getting back to the fork, Sammi realized she had her phone on her and felt silly. She called Arthur, under the assumption Rita was on the phone with the Coast Guard, and let him know Tara was okay.

The rest of the day was a mix of bubbling jubilation from the three friends, and Tara being too tired to celebrate. Tara insisted she was fine, if hungry, and was going to conk out on the hammock. Sammi brought her a sandwich and cuddled her friend until Tara fell asleep in her arms. It would have been too hard, emotionally and physically, to extract herself fro, so Sammi let herself be trapped. In the end she became Tara's giant stuffy to hold, squeeze, and drool on while they napped. In the cabin she could hear Rita and Arthur fucking the afternoon's stress away. Sammi idly wished that was her and Tara, but she was just glad to be holding her friend.

The smell of grilling salmon woke Sammi. Rita and Arthur had apparently made a trip into town.

"We need something to really celebrate!" Rita had declared.

Over dinner, Tara barely touched her fish, eating the fancy salad, fried potatoes, and locally baked pastries instead. She said she must still be full from earlier. Everyone crashed out as soon as it started to get dark.

In the giant bed, Tara cuddled Sammi hard. Sammi squeezed her back just as tight. Still, Tara was more wriggly than she had been the previous night. Not sure what to say, or if she should say anything to comfort her friend, Sammi settled herself into long deep breaths she hoped were comforting for Tara. She wasn't sure how long they lay there, but Sammi would have sworn at one point that her friend was masterbating.

"Where are you going?" Sammi asked when Tara slid out of bed.

"Just feeling a bit restless, I'll be back in a bit," Tara said and pecked Sammi on the cheek.

Through the window Sammi could see the risen moon. She tried to get herself out of bed to talk with Tara, tell her friend how she was really feeling. She'd created a script (Near death experiences, holding a flame for her forever, gauge interest in a vacation fling) and told herself this was the time to use it. When Sammi forced herself to get up, Tara wasn't in the main room, nor was she on the patio. The bright light of the full moon showed Sammi a shadow just a little way off, heading back to the long rock outcropping Rita and Arthur had posted as lookouts during the emergency this afternoon. What was Tara doing going out there in the middle of the night?

Drawing closer Sammi could see Tara was standing near the tip of the outcropping, and she wasn't alone! It looked like she was talking to a very short, or more likely, seated woman. Sammi was curious who this was up until Tara took the woman's hand and kissed it. The other woman's gasp kept Sammi from stepping out to introduce herself. Tara and the mystery woman exchanged a few more words until new shadows reached up from the ground and wrapped themselves around Tara's body.

Were those tentacles?

Whatever they were, they pulled Tara closer to the woman, who kissed her. And then Tara wrapped her arms around the woman... octopus... thing!

That the possessive gesture from the woman was clearly being returned by Tara, was the only thing that stopped Sammi from rushing out of the shadow she was hiding in. The Octo-woman held Tara's face in her human hands as they made out. A set of tentacle arms lifted Tara's shirt over her head. The longer they kissed the more writhing limbs wrapped around Tara. They even seemed to lift her off the ground while this other woman explored Tara's body with her hands.

Sammi was fascinated, watching her friend and this creature from the sea start to fuck. Even as the woman lowered her head to lick Tara's breasts Sammi felt her body warm. She wanted to reach between her legs, vicariously live out this fantasy.

It was also not lost on Sammi that the woman making her friend moan "more!" had long red hair, just like her. When Tara said "Fuck me with your tentacles!" that Sammi gave up trying to control herself.

Tara was lowered to the ground and octopus legs flowed across her body. One around her neck bound Tara's head. Another was playing with her tits. Were there three inside her PJ shorts? Using an arm and several tentacles, the sea-woman held herself over Tara's body, like any other lover. Was she flexing for Tara?

Tara's hands explored the other redhead's body the way Sammi had wished for so long they would explore hers. She ached to feel those hands on her skin. Her own hands worked across her body. As quietly as she could, Sammi moved her feet, opening her legs for a hand to slide into her shorts. The other pinched one of her nipples.

Tara had her hands under the sea-woman's skirt of limbs. Octo-lady lowered herself onto Tara's hips and seemed to be giving directions. Tara worked her fingers inside her new lover. The other redhead's limbs slid across and into Tara! Both women began to moan and sigh. Sammi, in her shadow, tried to keep her breathing steady and quiet - not wanting to be caught snooping.

Tara pulled down the woman's blue top and Sammi was in awe of how she looked like every Olympic swimmer she had ever fantasized about. She was excited for her friend, who was clearly enjoying herself, and incredibly envious she couldn't be out there too.

Finally, Tara slid down the woman's body, enveloped in a cocoon of writhing tentacles. All Sammi could see were her lower legs and an arm extending from that mass of limbs, gripping the woman's hip. Both of them began to moan louder. Even looking like she was being consumed by something out of a b-movie, Sammi could hear Tara's pleasure. The other woman moaned "fuck me!" and the mass of limbs began to move faster across Tara's body. It was hard for Sammi to tell where one woman began and the other ended. Even their sounds of pleasure mingled into a singular chord of bliss. Soon, they both crescendoed into orgasm.

Meanwhile, for the second night in a row, Sammi had a quiet, secret little orgasm. She needed to do something about this.

While her friend and their lover cuddled in post-coital bliss, Sammi snuck back to the cabin. Sitting in her bed she tried to decide what she wanted to say to Tara. On her phone, she wrote and deleted idea after idea. She snorted, if this were an earlier decade Tara might have come back to a bed full of torn up and discarded pieces of paper. She was so lost in thought, she missed when the door to the cabin opened and closed and the shower being run.

Finally, she knew exactly what she wanted to say, had it perfectly scripted out. But when Tara came into their room all Sammi managed to say was, "I saw everything."

"Oh," Tara said, caught by surprise in the doorway. Wrapped only in a towel, she looked down at her feet and then into the hall, like she was going to run away.

"I didn't mean to!" Sammi continued. "I felt you leave and I was worried about you. I thought you were just on the couch and I was going to tell you how scared I was today, and how I realized I needed to say something about this damn crush I've had since college. Then you were gone! I must have just missed you, because I saw your shadow moving to the rocks. I was really scared for you and followed you out there. I didn't know why you were going back to where you were swept away and it scared me. But there you were with this octo-lady..."

"Cecaelian" Tara interrupted "Or octopian."

"Octopian," Sammi continued. "And I didn't mean to be a peeping-Tom, but I watched you two fuck. And I wished it was me! I wanted to be in your arms, cuddling and kissing... And then it was some other woman doing that! You've been my best friend forever and almost all that time all I've wanted to do was kiss you and was never brave enough to do that. Then you almost died today. All those lost moments would have been the greatest regret of my life. I don't want to miss out on that anymore. Before you left I was going to ask if you were interested in a... a fling. I still want to..."

Sammi took a deep breath. "Unless you two are... like... partners... or going steady... or something."

Tara stared and Sammi who felt deflated after letting out all those words she had tried, and failed, to plan out so perfectly.

"Going steady?" Tara asked.

"That's what you took from everything I just said?" Sammi asked, feeling panic rising in her.

"I mean, I knew you had feelings in college and then thought you moved on. I was a little sad, but I liked having you as my friend. I could have said something, too. I should have. That attraction always made cuddling with you so much better. And almost dying gave me new perspectives on things. I am going to come over there and kiss you, now... but, 'going steady?'"

Both women dissolved into laughter. It had been such a long day for Sammi, she didn't have any other response left to her. She doubled over in hysterical fits. Trying to force herself to stop only made it worse. She'd catch her breath and settle for a moment, before looking at Tara and erupting in laughter all over again, sending Tara back into her own convulsions. Her short haired friend had to rest her arms on the bed to keep herself standing.

Steadying breath by steadying breath Sammi clawed back control of her body. Tara was still shaking uncontrollably, and her towel had fallen off. Across her body were tracks of hickeys, neck to navel and down her legs.

Sammi crawled across the bed and touched one line of them, making Tara jump. "You really did have a good time!"

Her fingers traced a line of sucker marks that were the size of bottle caps on Tara's shoulder and tapered down as they got closer to her hip. Goosebumps roughened Tara's skin. Sammi stopped her examination of the hickies on her naked friend's body and looked into Tara's eyes. "A really good time."

Holding Sammi's fingers to her hip with one hand, Tara used the other to lift the woman's chin. "You were watching weren't you? Couldn't you tell?"

Balancing on an arm and her knees on the bed, Sammi lifted her head to look at Tara's face. Right now, Tara was the taller of the two women, and looked down at her precariously balanced friend. Sammi had to steady herself using the hand on Tara's hip. It was so warm and solid, Sammi wanted to lean over and lick it.

The thrill of being in this compromised position, even though she was clothed and Tara was not, flashed through Sammi's chest, where her heart began to beat even faster, and right down between her legs. Trembling, she held herself where she was, feeling like a trapped rabbit. Tara bent closer, her lips filling Sammi's vision, the fingers on her chin lifting her head. Their kiss was perfect - warm and soft, full of promises for the rest of the night. And then, with just a little push from Tara, Sammi overbalanced and rolled onto her back.

"Good thing this is such a large bed," Tara said, climbing onto the bed.

Sammi's gaze wandered from Tara's face and down their body. Her soon-to-be lover stood on their knees, legs parted for balance. Lines of mini hickies twined around her body. One set went from just under Tara's ear, under her chin and up the other side of her face. Another was wrapped around her chest in a clear band. Other lines were clear in some spots, but intersected with others and became a tangle of suction marks. Sammi wanted a closer look between Tara's legs to see what that area looked like after having had three of the cecalian's legs working there.

For so long Sammi wondered what it would be like to kiss Tara, to taste her. She thought about trying to tackle the woman right now and covering them in kisses.

While Sammi gazed at her friend, trying to decide what she was going to do, Tara took the redhead's hand in her own again. Never breaking eye contact, Tara kissed Sammi on the palm. The intimacy of the gesture washed every thought from Sammi's mind.

Tara chuckled from her position above Sammi. "I wonder if she would have run, if you had interrupted. How would that have changed things." She leaned over, her forehead resting on Sammi's. "I'm glad you didn't, but I'm even more glad you told me about your crush. I think this could be more than a vacation fling."

"I do too," Sammi whispered. "I'm excited to see where we take things."

The redhead took a steading breath. "Now, are you going to take me? I'm laying here all vulnerable, but still clothed, after we've declared our feelings for each other. There is something wrong with that."

Tara pulled back slightly from Sammi, surprise growing into a thoughtful smile. "You know, you are so right."

Lifting a leg over Sammi's, Tara straddled their stomach. They put a hand on top of Sammi's head, and another along her jawline. The Octopian had held Tara just like this earlier in the night, Sammi realized. And then Tara was kissing her and nothing else mattered. Tara's skin was warm and shower-soft. Sammi trailed her fingers along Tara's back, following lines of tentacle-marks that were vivid in her mind. She wanted to touch and kiss every one of them.

Gyrating her body on top of Sammi's stomach, Tara kept kissing her and holding her head possessively. Every sway of the short woman's hips pushed the shirt up the taller woman's torso. Through the haze of being held and kissed Sammi felt a wet coolness expanding on her stomach. Sammi slid her fingers off Tara's naked back and across her own belly. Another gyration caught Sammi's fingers, making Tara gasp. Tara's pussy dripped lust over the redhead's fingers, spreading her excitement across them, instead of Sammi's stomach.

"Ohh. That felt good," the dark haired woman said, and changed her movement so she was rubbing herself across the ridges of Sammi's knuckles. A warm hum rolled from her mouth.

Sammi stiffened her fingers, helping Tara fuck the top of her hand. The short woman's back arched in pleasure, small breasts thrust upward. This was Tara in the throes of her pleasure, and Sammi drank in the sight.

When her hand began to ache from the pressure of being used as a fuck toy, Sammmi moved both hands to Tara's hips. Her friend made a distressed sound at the unexpected change. Sammi's hands, once again filled by Tara, pulled the woman up her own body.

"I want to taste you," Sammi said.

"Yes, please!" Tara said. "But first, why are you still wearing clothing? I need to fix this!"

Tara slipped Sammi's shirt over her head. Then, without looking behind her, pushed the waist of Sammi's bottoms down her legs. Tara had to squeeze her knees against Sammi's chest, and get the redhead to bend her knees, to finish the task. But, finally, after years of pining and unspoken desire, both women were naked in bed together.

Tara tipped forward and gave into the pressure, carefully stepping her knees over Sammi's shoulders. Once Sammi had Tara in place over her head, the redhead rubbed her hands along Tara's legs.

"So strong. You're going to have to be careful not to pop my head like a watermelon." Sammi's mouth quirked, "On the other hand, what a way to go."

Taking hold of Tara's hips, Sami guided the dripping cunt of her crush onto her lips. Tara adjusted her legs until her labia rested just above Sammi's mouth. They hovered a perfect distance over her lover's lips. Sammi was able to draw her tongue between Tara's lips without raising her head. Above her, Tara was moaning. Their hips gyrated in Sammis hands. But they were so stiff, holding Tara above Sammi's head instead letting themself fully indulge.

"Stop hovering over me and sit on my face!" Sammi said, leaning her head back. "You are being so delicate, that can't be enjoyable."

"But I could hurt you!" Tara had slipped off Sammi's face and was resting her ass on their ample bosom.

If they were not in the middle of an impromptu negotiation of the logistics of face-sitting Sammi would have really enjoyed this. As it was she maintained eye contact with Tara. "I can feel how much work you are doing hovering over my face. I'm aware of what I'm asking. If you do crush my skull out of sheer pleasure - wow. But I know you won't. You can put your weight on my face, pull my hair, lean back and pinch my tits. We can also hold off on all that until another time. I'm honestly excited to finally have this chance with you!"

Tara sat on Sammi's chest, looking down at her thinking. "You are really into this? Me fucking you like that?"

"If I need you to move I'll tap you three times like this." Sammi lightly swatted Tara's hip three times. "Does that work?"

The short woman smiled down at the friend they were using as a stool and wiggled their hips. Sammi took the moment to enjoy the sensation and finally get a clear look between Tara's legs. From her inner mid-thigh all the way to her pussy was one giant hickie. That must have felt amazing. A tiny twinge of envy shocked Sammi. She would decide what to do with that later.

"Do you want to continue?" Sammi asked. Tara nodded and moved her hips towards Sammi's face. Before her mouth became busy pleasuring Tara again, Sammi sang a song she had heard once in relation to being in a position just like this. "Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die."

Tara reached behind her to swat Sammi's left boob. Then, relaxing, lowered most of her weight on Sammi's face.

Sammi sighed happily, and making a noise usually associated with the first lick of an ice cream cone, she began pleasuring Tara with just as much enjoyment.

This time, instead of hovering over Sammi's face, Tara collapsed forward over Sammi's head. One of their hands landed in Sammi's red curls. Through her hands on Tara's hips Sammi could feel muscles tensing in new ways. Instead of holding herself up, Tara's hips were grinding back and forth. Even as Sammi tried to lick her friend's clit, Tara's moving hips made it impossible for Sammi to focus on licking just one spot. Instead, Sammi let Tara grind their pussy across her face and made her mouth and tongue be a living fuck-toy. Licking wherever she could, Sammi pretended her tongue was a much smaller version of the tentacles that fucked Tara earlier in the evening.

The muscle bound woman would linger where Sammi could lick her clit or between her labia. But, after a few moments Tara would move so she ground her pussy against Sammi's chin. Every time Tara gyrated, she pushed hard enough to force Sammi's head forward. Hands tangled in Sammi's hair and pulled her head back to just the right spot for Tara each time this happened. Slowly, Tara's pulling on Sammi's hair became more forceful, matching the increasing volume of her moans.

Sammi let her hands roam over Tara's body. Feeling the woman's muscles flex as she got closer to cumming made Sammi's mind spin with fantasies of being topped by this tank of a human. Tara's corded forearms made Sammi imagine those hands railing her from behind. Tara's pecs flexing under her breasts made Sammi want to lick and bite all over Tara's chest. She let a hand rest on Tara's ass while it moved back and forth on Sammi's face, marveling in its glory, and imagined trying to walk after being fucked senseless by her friend wearing a strapon.

Sammi was pulled from her fantasy when Tara's cunt filled her mouth. It wasn't grinding anymore, instead it felt like Tara was trying to shove all of her bits past Sammi's lips and into her mouth. Tara had also changed how she was pulling on Sammi's hair. These were not deliberate yanks, they'd become haphazard spasms of pleasure. The shorter woman collapsed around Sammi's head while she came, a rolling groan muffled by the sheets she'd buried her face in.

When she hadn't been learning the topography of Tara's body, or imagining what Tara's rolling muscles could do to her, Sammi had been filling herself with the taste and smell of her new lover. It suffused her nostrils and ran across her tongue. While eating Tara, Sammi got whispers and snatches of Tara's flavor. When she came, Tara filled Sammi's mouth. Sammi lapped up every drop of her friend.

Holding onto Tara, feeling the woman catch her breath and relax was magical for Sammi. She wanted to hold Tara, feel their stomach press on her cheek with every recovering gasp. This was what she had craved for so many years.

Sammi held Tara's hips until, groaning, her friend rolled themself off Sammi's head with a satisfied sigh. The two women lay shoulder to shoulder on the bed.

"Gimme... pht! Pht!" Tara started sputtering and putting at red curls that had stuck to the sweat on her face. With several clumsy brushes of her hand Tara pushed Sammi's hair out of her face. "This is one of the reasons I keep my hair so short. It's too much work and gets everywhere!"

Sammi just chuckled. "Maybe I'll braid it for you next time, help contain my wild locks." She rolled onto her side, pulling the remaining strands from Tara's face. "Dishevelled hair is a good look for you, even if it's not your own."

Still lying on her back, Tara stuck her tongue out at Sammi. She shook with some after-glow giggles then flopped over. "I think today has been one of the strangest and most memorable of my life."

"You did fuck a person from the ocean." Sammi said.

"That too, but almost downing would make any day notable. That, on top of finally getting to sleep with you I think ranks it in the top five. Fucking Molly..."

"So, she does have a name!"

Tara poked Sammi in the belly button. "Yes, she has a name, interupty-pants. What I was saying, is even without fucking Molly, almost drowning, and then getting you, makes this one of the most story-worthy days of my life. I'm going to get up in a minute and kiss you so hard, by the way."

Smiling down at Tara, Sammi mostly believed her friend. They did look truly wrung out, in the best of ways. She ran her hand across Tara's stomach, chest, and head, feeling like she had never seen her friend before. "If you're too tired I suppose I could let you sleep. We could pick up again tomorrow..."

"The hell you say!" Tara grabbed Sammi's hand and pulled.

Sammi wasn't sure if Tara was trying to sit up or pull Sammi on top of her. The two of them ended up in a tangle of limbs. Tara and Sammi began to giggle uncontrollably. For Sammi, moments like this were always the best part of any relationship. Being unabashedly goofy while naked was unbeatable. "Oh god..." Tara gasped between her giggles "We've hit... crack... hour!"

Somehow, Sammi had ended up with her head over Tara's shoulder, one arm sandwiched between Tara's chest and the bed, and her legs tangled all around Tara's. Getting untangled took careful maneuvering, to avoid squishing anything sensitive, and many more giggles.

"I was going to say, give me a moment and I'll take care of you, but then all of that ridiculousness happened." Tara rolled to her side and ran a hand down the center of Sammi's chest. "What can I do for you?"

"I definitely have some... intricate ideas. Too much for tonight, I think." Sammi said, feeling a jolt of the old shyness flash through her. "But I was really admiring how strong your hands and forearms are. Will you hold me against the headboard and finger-fuck me? To start at least."

A wicked grin spread across Tara's face. "Oh, gladly! Scootch up!"

Both women piled pillows against the bed's headboard. Sammi moved so her back rested upright amongst the nest of pillows they'd made. The pillows forced her to slouch, shoving her hips forward.

"You ready?" Tara was sitting on her knees next to Sammi, fingertips of one hand resting on Sammi's chest.

"You have no idea!" Sammi said.

The fingers of Tara's other hand slid lightly across Sammi's labia. "Oh, I think I do," she replied, holding up two glistening fingers for Sammi to see, then licked them clean.

Tara's fingertips lightly traced a path across Sammi's large breasts. They spent extra time lightly pinching Sammi's nipples, teasing her friend with tastes of the pressure they were craving.

At Sammi's first groan of impatience, Tara rested her palm flat against the center of the redhead's chest, nestled between their breasts, and pushed. The pressure of being sandwiched between the headboard and her friend's hand forced air from Sammi's lungs in a gasp. The shorter woman's other hand slipped between Sammi's legs again and ghosted across her pussy.

Sammi tried to roll her hips forward, to press against Tara's teasing fingers. Trapped as she was, little satisfaction was elicited from doing so. Tara leaned forward to kiss Sammi, only adding to the weight holding the redhead in place. The kiss and the hand between her legs drove Sammi crazy with desire.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Tara asked, breaking away enough to whisper at Sammi. "Stuck, aching for more? Is this what you felt watching Molly and I fuck?"

Never letting the pressure from her hand drop enough to allow Sammi to move, Tara leaned down, slipping a nipple into her mouth. For the first time since arriving at the cabin, Sammi was finally able to vocalize her pleasure. She filled the room with her moan. Getting to express her lust aloud enhanced the pleasure she was feeling - and she wanted more!

In contrast to the force pinning Sammi to the headboard, Tara's teasing was frustratingly light. The hand between Sammi's legs slipped across her pussy like a ghost. Each lick and kiss Tara left across Sammi's breasts and nipples were achingly soft. Sammi wished she had a set of tentacles she could use to make Tara stop teasing her.

"Tara! I asked you to restrain me and fuck me with your hand." Sammi whined. "Not restrain me and tease me!"

Smiling wickedly, Tara sucked a little harder into Sammi's breast. "So you like what I'm doing here?" She asked after eventually lifting her lips from Sammi's breast.

"Yes!" Sammi gasped

"And you want me to take my hand and press it into you?" Tara slid two fingers into Sammi's well lubricated cunt. "Well, I guess you do! Wow!"

"You're surprised?" Sammi laughed, feeling her body clench around Tara's fingers "I watched you and a tentacle-lady fuck from ten feet away. Then I got to have you sit, and cum, on my face! After years of being afraid to say anything about the torch I was carrying. And now you are sucking on my tits and playing with my pussy - far too lightly I might add! Of course I'm fucking sopping wet. "

"We all knew." Tara said, slowly starting to move her hand in and out of Sammi.

"Of course you did! Ugh!" Sammi gasped, more in pleasure than frustration, but still a mix of the two.

"I know you masturbated many times when you thought I was asleep next to you. Both in college and on trips after." Tara didn't change her pace at all. The hand sliding in and out of Sammi was moving agonizingly slow. "Were you thinking of me every time?"

"Oh god! Yes. Uh, fuck!" Sammi was trying to maneuver her body to get more stimulation from

Tara, to little effect. Still, Tara's hand, pressing into her, was making it hard to talk "I know you... ugh... did too. Fuck. I need more! Were you also thinking of me? Unh."

"I was." Tara kissed Sammi.

"I... knew it! Fuck!" Sammi interrupted.

"Although this last time you definitely had tentacles." Tara said with a smile, then kissed the redhead again.

Sammi leaned into the kiss for a moment, then rolled her head back, groaning. "I swear, uh... if you don't actually start fucking me with your fucking hand..."

Sammi didn't get to finish her ultimatum. Tara slammed their fingers into Sammi, making her gasp. Now that she'd actually begun to fulfill Sammi's request the pace of her fingers, slipping in and out

of Sammi, sped up.

If Sammi were not held against the headboard she would have melted completely onto her back, to give Tara even more access to her body. Every time Tara's hand slid out of Sammi's cunt they'd curl their fingers, pressing them against the inner wall of Sammi's touch starved body.

Deliciously stuck as she was, Sammi needed to do something, instead of laying there passive. She wrapped a hand around Tara's forearm, relishing how the muscles there rippled with every press of their hand and curl of their fingers. Sammi added power to each movement, pulling Tara's hand into her, amplifying every thrust into her cunt.

Pulling Tara's hand like that spiked Sammi's pleasure, she could feel herself getting close to cumming. But, pulling on Tara's arm also unbalanced them. With a squawk Tara tipped over. Instead of letting herself topple, Tara took her hand off Sammi's chest, and used it to help balance on the bed.

Still thrusting her hand into Sammi's pussy, Tara leaned forward, kissing her bedmate. "I want to taste you," Tara whispered.

"Yes! Please!" Sammi gasped. "Can I hold your head?"

"Mmm, yes!" After a last kiss Tara slipped back down Sammi's body. "I like you scrunched up like this. Don't move."

Sammi watched Tara settle herself between the redhead's legs. Feeling both possessive and deeply affectionate, Sammi rested her ankles on the back of Tara's thighs. She wanted as much contact with her lover as possible while still keeping herself open enough for Tara's tongue and fingers. The shorter woman was able, despite all her adjusting, to keep her fingers inside Sammi. And now, Tara was cozied between Sammi's legs, looking perfect.

Lowering her head, Tara took her time with that first lick. She drew her tongue from the knuckles of her fingers, and slid them between her friend's lips. Tara finished by dragging as much of her tongue as she could across Sammi's clit in a long, teasing lick. Sammi moaned, both from how Tara's tongue felt and knowledge that it was her long-time crush doing this.

"Yum!" Tara said, smacking her lips and winking up at Sammi.

The fingers that had been waiting on standby inside Sammi started fucking her again, at the same time Tara's tongue started flicking Sammi's clit.

"Oh fuck! That's exactly what I want!" Sammi moaned and wrapped her hands around the top of Tara's head. Tara's hair was too short for Sammi to pull, but they felt silky under her fingers. Besides, Sammi didn't want to control the woman between her legs. Rather, she needed to experience Tara in as many ways as she could. "Oh, god. Don't fucking stop!"

Tara was switching between flicking the tip of her tongue in quick staccato movements across Sammi's clit, and taking slow, languid laps across it with the flat of her tongue. The whole time Tara's finger kept their steady rhythm fucking Sammi's cunt. Getting fucked by her friend, coupled with no longer having to hide her pleasure, whipped Sammi into a frenzy.

Tara's other hand slid up the tall redhead's body and cupped her breast. It was too much to fit fully in Tara's hand. Her fingers crawled and kneaded their way across Sammi's breast. Finding Sammi's nipple, Tara's fingers pinched, sending a new wave of bliss through the woman.

Sammi filled herself with every iota of pleasure Tara pumped, licked, and pinched into her body. She wanted all of it. She'd spent too many years pining after Tara, and enough of this trip being careful to have quiet orgasms, that she wasn't about to tease herself now. She let herself fill to bursting and immediately came when the orgasm was ready to explode.

"Ahh, Tara! Yes, that's perfect!" Sammi groaned and shuddered. She pressed Tara's head into her cunt and squeezed her legs around their body.

Tara kept licking and fucking Sammi. She held the tiny tank's head between her legs as the first orgasm receded, and Tara gave no sign she was ready to stop. Their tongue and fingers kept fucking the redhead, making her moan and squirm.

A second orgasm built quickly within Sammi. It thundered its way through her body with more force than the first. Shaking and moaning, Sammi held on to Tara until the second wave of bliss finished crashing through her. She squeezed her dark haired lover with her entire body. An actual scream of pleasure escaped from Sammi. If she was less wrapped up in her bliss she would have worried about who had heard.

When she finished cumming, Sammi fell the rest of her energy ebb away in a rush. She let go of Tara and felt herself settle more into the pillows around her.

"That was amazing. What a perfect way to end an absolutely crazy day," Sammi mumbled.

Tara, sitting on her knees, laughed in surprise when Sammi scooted her body to sprawl out on the bed. Doing so pressed Sammi's ass up against Tara's knees.

"I'm too tired to fuck you again tonight," Tara said.

"What?" Sammi said looking up. Tara looked down at Sammi's legs wide open against her knees. "Oh god, I'm too tired to be fucked again. Today was a lot for both of us."

Tara snuggled into Sammi's sleepy body, her head resting on Sammi's shoulder, a leg flung over their thigh. "Can we plan to talk about what this means for us? Not tomorrow. I intend to fuck you again

when we wake up. I also promised Molly I'd meet her again before noon. But will we talk about us once this trip is over?"

"That's a really good idea. I want to fuck you first thing in the morning too." Humming contentedly, Sammi wrapped an arm around Tara. "And talking about us before going back to normal life would be smart."

The two women cuddled in silence for a moment.

"Hey, Tara?" Sammi asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad you didn't drown today," Sammi said.

"Me too!" Tara replied.

"And Tara?" Sammi asked again. "Do you think I can meet Molly? I'd like to thank her for saving you."

Tara chuckled. "Thank her? Or thank her, like I did?"

"Definitely the first. The second would be a lot of fun, too."

Tara kissed the side of Sammi's chest, "I'll ask her tomorrow."

"That's awesome. I'm so glad you are my friend," Sammi said,

Tara snuggled closer to Sammi touching them with as much of her body as she could. "Me too."